• May 9

Modern Romance, the subtle difference between Shakespeare and ICQ

As I was planning this post, I decided to just see who tried adding me or talking to me on ICQ or MSN.
Lately, I had been getting a lot of “direct” requests… Some examples “Hey baby, I need a sexy girl to help me with my anal sex fantasies”, requests with no information what so ever about who is adding me and why. The first request one december morning was by “Freedom” from Bangladesh. He was looking for a good chat.
Apparently, he considers me a good chatter (I am awfully good in wasting other peoples time), Freedom was not looking for love, he was not looking for sex, he was just honestly interested in me and in wasting his own time… It was a revelation, someone was out there, listening, interested and nice…

Some other day, a guy contacted me based on age and location. He had a project in Amsterdam and was spending four months here, he didn’t know anyone. He offered money to spend some time with him. I was amazed. I was also very, very interested. What drives someone to that decission. Why would someone do that?
All my senses shouted at me not to go, I didn’t, but I did keep contact. I talked to him today, asked him why, how, what…
He wasn’t looking for a relationship, just for some company and perhaps sex.
I presumed he was looking for sex, it’s the kind of requests I get most, so I assume anything that does not state the opposite and appears to come close is sex related, I was partially right.
What is it with men and sex? Is the Internet so accesseble that no one has any inhibitions anymore? Does it only appear that way because those requests draw most attention to themselves?

What about the olden days, when Venus tried to seduce Adonis to get down from his horse and “sit” with her… (Hey, if I was in that situation I would have done the same thing) It’s my favorite shakespeare quote, except for the first four lines, I usually omit those when I address the Adonis in question…
‘Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed
A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:
Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses;
And being set, I’ll smother thee with kisses:
‘And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’d satiety,
But rather famish them amid their plenty,
Making them red and pale with fresh variety;
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:
A summer’s day will seem an hour but short,
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.’

Whenever a man addresses me, I asume the “worst”. I asume they’re only after one thing. It has to do with previous experiences, but am I really that short sighted? Are there that little people out there that are interested in people instead of what they can do to people?
(Rip off, have sex with, dump after use)

How has this world gone from a place were women were honerable and to be courted to a place where if someone doesn’t answer your request for sex you can yell at her and call her names and hop on to the next one?
Are women so easy to get these days? Or is it just the few that make the search for a random bimbo worth it?
What about all the great intelligent women, that aren’t that easy?
Are we all to end up like my aunt, single, lonely and with cats?
(Hey, I’m almost there, all I need is another cat to make one cat cats ;-) )

This post was suposed to help me answer some questions, but it only brought up other ones. Loads of them…
I guess I’ll never understand men. Ever.